My father has passed on. I got the call that I had been both dreading, and hoping for, last night at 9 pm from the hospice. It had been 10 days since he had the double stroke. He had a long, full lifetime of almost 87 years with too many accomplishments to list. He was an Eagle Scout, a Marine who served in WWII in the South Pacific (Guadalcanal, New Britain, New Guinea), a criminal defense lawyer, a Mason, a Ford National Leasing Account Manager, a Shriner, and a Bridge Life Master. He was married to my mother for almost 52 years.
When I was nine years old, in January 1962, I spotted a cool looking white Falcon while we were at an outdoor ice skating rink in the Chicago area. He told me that Ford was working on a new sports car that would be based on the Falcon chassis and would be out in a couple of years. It's funny, but just from what he said that night, I knew that I wanted that car. In June 1968, I finally got it and that little gold coupe still sits in my garage today, along with a blue and gold fastback that joined it 30 years later.
Semper Fi, Daddy.
When I was nine years old, in January 1962, I spotted a cool looking white Falcon while we were at an outdoor ice skating rink in the Chicago area. He told me that Ford was working on a new sports car that would be based on the Falcon chassis and would be out in a couple of years. It's funny, but just from what he said that night, I knew that I wanted that car. In June 1968, I finally got it and that little gold coupe still sits in my garage today, along with a blue and gold fastback that joined it 30 years later.
Semper Fi, Daddy.
